YASSIR, I'm a no'thern coon, But wate'million's jus' mah size — What's de news from Georgy? Ripe in de sun an' ripe in de moon, Oh, Lo'dy, how dat fruit I prize — What's de news from Georgy? An'it may be no'th an' it may be south, But dey's one thing stops de bigges' mouth, An' de crop am good an' de price am low — An' al de cullud folks dey know Dat dat's de news from Georgy. I am black an' so's de seed; Mah gal's sweet, de million's sweet — What's de news from Georgy? Flash so red it like to bleed — But no gal's good enough to eat — What's de news from Georgy? Oh, I'll sing mah song an' smoke mah pipe, An' summer's come when de million's ripe; Dey's ripe and plenty down below An' all de cullud folks dey know Dat dat's de news from Georgy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WORLD AS WILL AND REPRESENTATION' by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUN by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SAVING WAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH LET ME NOT LOSES MY DREAM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPRING DAY: NIGHT AND SLEEP by AMY LOWELL |